The Heron's Nest, Volume 26, 2024

snow crater

the waterfall sculpts

its own geology

boreal shadows

we follow the sunbursts

of lichen

 

The Heron's Nest, Volume 27, Number 1, March 2025

how to conceal

the diagnosis . . .

slip-stitched hills

 

The Haiku Foundation, re: Virals, November 2024

re: Virals 479 - November 29, 2024

The Haiku Foundation's weekly poem commentary feature on some of the finest haiku ever written in English. This week's poem was chosen by Lakshmi Iyer (thank you, Lakshmi):

https://thehaikufoundation.org/revirals-479/

krill migration

humpback whales

scoop up the stars

The Heron's Nest, Volume 24, Number 4, December 2022

The Heron's Nest, Volume 26, Number 3, September 2024

snow crater

the waterfall sculpts

its own geology

The Heron's Nest, Volume 26, Number 2, June 2024

boreal shadows

we follow the sunbursts

of lichen

The Heron's Nest, Volume 25, 2023

estate auction

someone's life goes

for a song

hard times

fishing nets tie

the village together

I was thrilled to discover that three readers had commented on "hard times":

Debbie's poem I particularly loved and it has stayed with me partly because I did help out on a small fishing boat many years ago. A small village that relies on fishing for food and income now has to pull together even more to get by. I think the verb 'tie' is perfect here. It has so many connotations.

—Lorraine Haig

When I read this poem, I first thought of the First Nations' and Native American villages being devastated by the failure of the salmon runs. As I sit with it, I realize it applies as well to the Maine villages that were sustained by ground fish, herring, and lobster and are now struggling, held together only by their nets and traps and heritage. The focus can be expanded to the rest of New England, New Brunswick—and truly coastal communities around the world. In eight words, Debbie Strange has captured the impact of our abuse of the oceans as well as inland waters.

—Nancy Orr

Community. Fishing gets them through hard times. The fishing nets are the glue holding the community together.

—Lyle Smith

 

The Heron's Nest, Volume 24, 2022

krill migration

humpback whales

scoop up the stars

rattling gourds

the music we grew

in our garden

The Heron's Nest, Volume 25, Number 4, December 2023

estate auction

someone's life goes

for a song

 

The Heron's Nest, Volume 25, Number 1, March 2023

hard times

fishing nets tie

the village together

The Haiku Foundation, Haiku of the Day (formerly Per Diem), April 2022

Selected by Maxianne Berger for the theme of "Presence and Absence": April 28, 2022

evening fog

antlers ghosting through

the coulee

The Heron's Nest 17.2, June 2015

 

The Heron's Nest, Volume 24, Number 4, December 2022

krill migration

humpback whales

scoop up the stars

rattling gourds

the music we grew

in our garden

The Heron's Nest, Volume 23, 2021

arboretum

the things we name

and those we don't

The Heron's Nest, Volume 22, 2020

spawning capelin the silver curl of a wave

the sister

I didn't know I had . . .

rhizomes

stepping stones

a damselfly invites us

to change course

afterlight

acorns surf the roof

of our tent

 

The Heron's Nest, Vol. 23, Number 1, March 2021

arboretum

the things we name

and those we don't

The Heron's Nest, Vol. 22, Number 4, December 2020

afterlight

acorns surf the roof

of our tent

stepping stones

a damselfly invites us

to change course

The Heron's Nest, Vol. 22, Number 2, June 2020

the sister
I didn't know I had . . .
rhizomes

The Heron's Nest, Volume 21, 2019

heirloom hollyhocks
I still see father kneeling
in a patch of light


summer solstice the length of a beaver's incisors


deserted farm
the random acts
of hollyhocks

The Heron's Nest, Vol. 22, Number 1, March 2020

spawning capelin the silver curl of a wave

The Heron's Nest, Vol. 21, Number 3, September 2019

summer solstice the length of a beaver's incisors


deserted farm
the random acts
of hollyhocks

The Heron's Nest, Volume 20, 2018

snowed in the round silence of tumbleweeds


bulrushes
we lean into the songs
of blackbirds


carnival
the pink noise
of candy floss